I have been a boy scout leader for many years, primarily so my son had a good troop to be in. Aside from my adventures in that realm, I also maintained my papers as a registered leader in the girl scouts. Having three girls there was no way I could ever get away with taking my son's troop camping every weekend and not help my girls troops do the same when they wanted to. To my surprise there was a fairly large number of the girls that loved to camp and be outdoors. I never took them camping alone.
The girl scout rules made it clear that I , thankfully, always had to have an adult female leader with us. That kept me out of trouble on a number of occasions, not because of anything that I was doing, but because of what some of the girls did on occasion, but that is another story altogether.
In order to be eligible to do this I had to make the trek two hours on two separate weekends for the training. The first was two days of classroom work that I could have easily taught. The second was a two day campout which I could have easily done in my sleep. I got plenty of attention from the ladies, being the only guy at the training, and it helped that I was only thirty five years old in pretty good shape. That was all ten years ago, and a whole different story. Now, I'm no spring chicken, being in my mid forties, but I love the outdoors and am frequently fishing on one of the lakes, wearing nothing but a swim suit or some athletic shorts, especially on those hot summer days. My wife loves the tan and working out three times a week keeps me down to one seventy five and the beer gut away.
Last year, in response to a request by several of the leaders in my daughter's troop, I agreed to take a number of them on a more rugged adventure. More than the normal car camping. This was a pure backpacking trip designed to give the few girls that went along a good taste of what it's like, and also to train the leaders that went in some more advanced camping techniques in preparation for a trip to the Canadian boundary waters that they were planning for this year.
Based on the amount that the trip and myself were apparently talked about at the regional leaders meetings, I received a request from another of the local area leaders to repeat the training again, this time just for more adult leaders. I was fairly hesitant, since I was also slated to lead the trek to Canada in less than two months, but she convinced me that they would take care of everything, if I just told them what they needed to prepare.
It was to be a small group, only 4 ladies, all of them in "good shape" as she put it. I agreed and we set about e-mailing lists of equipment and things that needed to be done. I had my list of normal equipment modified by the ladies I took on the previous trip, since some of the items that were important to me may be useless to them or worse, a few things that we all learned they needed but didn't have. I sent them menu lists to choose meals from and based on the replies, gave them a shopping list of backpack foods. To my surprise, the list of women suddenly grew to eight as the trip approached.
It was a hot summer morning in early June when we all met at the church, the equipment shakedown being done a week before by Beth, the head leader that was doing the organizing. I had met Beth at several functions and it was no surprise to see her beaming with her usual enthusiasm. She was in her mid thirties, had a well toned body with medium sized breasts wiggling around under a crop top shirt. One of the things that the ladies on the last trip explained, was that women don't sweat the way men do, and sports bra's soak up a lot of it and quickly end up sticky and heavy. Since there wasn't room or weight to pack enough to really stay comfortable, they suggested Crop tops, or half t-shirts that allow a lot of bare skin to be exposed to the breeze, while preventing the backpack straps from chaffing, and a lightweight bra if desired. Some women just don't feel comfortable without one on, even in the wilds. They also echoed my recommendation for good quality shorts made from synthetic materials.
Cotton doesn't dry, no matter how comfortable it is when it's dry, it's horrible when wet. I learned a long time ago to leave the cotton briefs behind and I wore polyester zip-off pants with either silk or synthetic briefs. Unfortunately the only choices in these materials were either what my wife calls "fuck me" underwear, or boxers, and I have never been a boxer fan, although I always carry one pair in case I get chafed. Today I had on a pair of purple micro briefs that did a good job of holding me in place while I hiked and wick the moisture away.
What I hadn't counted on was having eight ladies, ranging from late twenties to late thirties all standing around in crop tops, wearing the thinnest bra's they could buy, or in at least one case I was sure of, no bra at all. Introductions were made and I promptly forgot most of their names, as was usual for me, with the exception of one particular lady, Emily, who had decided that, as she put it, if shorts were good a micro-skirt was better.
I handed out some last minute equipment, carabineers, swiss seats and ropes for a surprise rappelling excursion I planned for them. The ropes went to the ladies that didn't have the tents, since each tent was shared by two people, with the exception of mine of course. I showed them how to secure the ropes to their packs by putting the largest hank on my pack. I walked around as they put their gear on their packs to make sure it was secure. I was crouched down next to a redhead with cute freckles when I looked over toward Emily. She had bent over stiff legged to secure the carabineers to her pack, and I quickly realized that she was not wearing any bra, and I could see her firm and bare C cup tits up under her short shirt. I nearly lost my balance and fell over when I also realized she had forgone any form of underwear.
My micro briefs were suddenly nowhere near large enough to handle what was growing inside my shorts as I had a long look at her completely exposed pussy. By the time I tore my eyes from her and stood up, my hard dick was obvious in my thin shorts, a fact that was not lost on several of the other ladies. I got several long stares as I packed gear into the back of my truck. Fortunately Emily rode in the other vehicle on the way to the trailhead, and that gave my dick a chance to recover to its normal size.
It was a two hour drive to get to the trailhead, not because it was that far away, but because we had to drive around the outside of the national forest area on little gravel roads. This particular area was a wilderness area with a number of rugged trails that looped around. You could do a loop as short as five miles, or as long as fifty. In one location you could do a four mile loop around a hill, or go over the five hundred foot hump by a three quarter mile long trail. This was a good place we had used before to train scouts getting ready for high adventure mountain hiking.
There was also a location that I found on the topo map a number of years ago that provided a great location for rappelling. It was off the main trail by a mile or so, but the two hundred plus foot sheer cliff was a spectacular drop. The downside was that it was half a mile walk and climb to get back up to do it again. There was also an intermittent spring coming right out the side of the rock face that sometimes made a waterfall, and a nice place to cool off. We arrived at the trail head and I reviewed the plan for the four day trek.
Day one was going to be an easy five mile hike, just to make sure that everyone was able to handle the longer parts of the trek and adjust their equipment. We would spend time going over how to find and treat drinking water, which was very important in this kind of weather. The second day was a real trek, fifteen rugged up and down miles, ending at the bottom of the cliff. The third day we would spend relaxing at the cliff and the last day we would hike out the eight final miles.
Everyone was excited as we pulled on our packs and I led us out along the faint trail into the woods, using my GPS to stay on track in the places where the trail disappeared altogether from lack of use. This particular section of state forest was rarely used, except by hunters and boy scouts. Some of the shorter trails were more heavily used, but the longer ones like we would be on would be pretty much deserted. I could count on one hand how many times we had seen other people out on these long trails, and this trip appeared to be no exception, with our two vehicles being the only ones in the parking area.
We hiked about two miles into the woods before I called a stop. We settled down on the top of a grassy knoll, lots of shade to sit and relax in. It was also a good time to make any adjustments to straps and generally just check equipment, especially since many of the packs were brand new and I could already tell by the rubbing of shoulders that there was a considerable amount of adjusting to do.
After we ate we talked about the load in the packs, and several ladies required some re-packing to get the load down low in their backpacks instead of up high. One thing that most people don't realize that the shoulder straps are not intended to carry any real weight. They are there to stabilize the load while the hip belt carries the bulk of the load. The shoulder straps needed to be just snug enough to keep the pack from sliding around on your back and to balance it. The sternum strap keeps the now looser shoulder straps in place.
I set about helping them get their straps adjusted, having them put their packs on one at a time while I moved or adjusted straps. I also learned that crop tops were great when they were standing, I saw in the parking lot that but as they pulled packs on, some of the shorter tops were easily pulled up over their bra's or in the case of one good looking woman, her bare tits. I had tried not to stare as she giggled like a school girl and blushed as she pulled her shirt back down to cover her hardening nipples.
As I said, I set to work, having them put their packs on one at a time. The first two went easily enough, but I quickly learned that some things were just different with women. With the boys there was no problem working the straps that came over their shoulders into the right position and length, frequently having to relocate the attachment point on the pack frame to get it to lay properly and still have the sternum strap loosely buckled. On the ladies this proved much more difficult due to the obstruction of their tits.
On the first one or two, I tried in vain to avoid touching their tits, but on the third one I had to give up this vain attempt and ended up with the back of my hand pressing against her soft mounds as I worked on her straps. By the time I was done she was flushed and breathing more heavily than I would have expected for just putting the pack on. I continued my work, on the fourth, and then came to Mary. Mary was about my height and about a hundred sixty pounds or so, but a good part of that was in her chest. She easily had a 38 D chest. There was just no way to get the sternum strap to lay comfortably across her tit. It just wanted to pull the shoulder straps too far out. I tried moving it higher, but she complained it choked her. The only thing left was below her breasts. Mary was probably thirty, and even though her tits were large, they had the firmness of a teenager. They stood proudly out in her short cut shirt. As I worked my hand continually ended up pressing against the bare skin of her breast as I worked the webbing through the loops in the shoulder strap. Her face became flushed, and I had to admit, my dick got quite hard as I struggled to get the strap in place under the material. Finally she reached own and inched the material up her chest to give me better access to where I was working, and in the process much more of her bare tits than was necessary. She continued to pull the material up as I worked, my body blocking the view of most of the ladies as I stood between them and her. Before I had the strap in place she had the material pulled up far enough to expose her whole breast and her hard pointed nipples.
I'm not sure which of us was more aroused. I wanted to lean down and suck one of those nipples into my mouth, and very nearly did as I leaned down to make the final adjustments. Finally I had it done and helped her fix her shirt back down over her tits before stepping back to declare it done. She stepped over to the rest and set her pack down while I started on the next lady, excusing herself to go pee, as she said. She returned several minutes later flushed and out of breath.
